William; a sixteen years old boy kind, brilliant and brave William was over pampered as the only child, he has no one to correct him when he did wrong things, then he mate a friend called James, his friend in school that helped him to Join a notorious cult. Williams life was taking a different dimension, he was walking through a path that was foreign to him, a path in which he needed his father's assistant, he kept thinking till he sank into a mind-numbing blank sheep. One Monday afternoon he had a voice at the door so he want and open, then it was Crystal. Good afternoon," l greeted courteously. "Hello, where is your dad?" Crystal asked, her voice low like an amber liquid sliding along the sides of a brandy glass. "He travelled with Mama to the village for a weeding," l replied. We sat down opposite each other on the couch; the silence was heavy and brooding. Few minutes later, Crystal inserted a disc into the DVD drive. Shockingly, it was pornography; some minutes later she removed her clothes, at the point l stood up still staring at her, and, then, l heard my name. "William come," she called in low tone and asked me to help her squeeze her breasts and, then, one thing led to another and l was no longer a virgin.
The time was 12:00am by the time l looked at the silver-coloured clock that hung above me.
Night had crawled in one earth's ground; the cold absence of a human voice made my room more like a graveyard. l couldn't sleep; yet l tightened my eyes, trying to fall asleep. the night would have been a lovely one if not for the horrendous dream l had.
l woke up into a cold world of terror and viciousness. l peered around but there was nothing, not even a building. l shifted my gaze towards the sky and it was dark red, the colour of blood. just immediately, there was a panic growing in the pit of my stomach, making me ill. The first drop on my cheek made my lower lip quiver uncontrollably. it was blood, not water; my entire body was soaked in blood. My heart beat so hard that l didn't understand why it didn't break through my ribcage. Horror meshed with my brain and was transmitted, wave like, to my toes. Tensed in every limb, my dress stuck to my vibrating body. I started running, in no direction in particular; shadows drifted eerily, ghost like in the uncommunicative darkness. Then, l came to a halt, because my trembling legs couldn't move any longer; my tensed toes were pinned to the ground. My eyes were peppery with hot sweat and despair flooded my mind. Then l saw a figure detach itself from nowhere and move like an errant ghost towards me. I felt a shiver dance down my spine, and l looked at my hands, and, behold, l was holding a gun; my hands trembled with the gun l held. Then I turned towards the figure, but it wasn't there anymore. l pointed the gun fearlessly into space as a sudden boldness enveloped me.
"Drop the gun!" a deep voice ordered from the back.
Immediately, l saw some police cars surrounding me. Then the rain ceased, the bloody rain and the stars emerged from under the black skin of the night. l turned towards the policeman that stood right behind me, with the gun in my possession. Then a gunshot was fired; the bullet pierced through my forehead, sending me flat on the ground.
"William!" a voice brought me to reality.
l rubbed my eyes and stared at the door. Mama was standing, hands akimbo, her loosely-tied wrapper around her waist.
"Good morning, ma," l said in a low tone.
"How can you still be sleeping by this time?"
Her voice was a pitch higher.
l looked at the wall clock; it was 9:00am. "l'm sorry ma," l said getting of my bed.
She frowned and shook her head like a parent whose child had given the wrong answer to a simple homework question and then she left the room.
l sat down on my bed, reflecting on the dream l had earlier. "it was a dream, just a dream," l assured myself.
The morning was exquisite; the sun was caressing "it's citizens" with warm, loving fingers. l smiled, seeing that it was already the second month of the year. Papa had said that 2010 did not favour him and l had hoped, within me, that this year would be better. l walk towards the window; the warm breeze that swept into my room, rattling it's shutters, presented a wonderful atmosphere. l stared at the small- screen television that sat elegantly before me and then, at the wall. the conspicuous pictures of Mama and Papa adorned one side of the wall. My bed bed at the left end of the wall, which was the size of a sports car, took much of the space in my small room.
l heard a scream from downstairs and l rushed towards the window and looked down the two-storey building.
it was Blessing, our housemaid, who behaved like someone who was possessed; at least, that was what Father said when Blessing fought the bus driver that lived under our flat. she screamed just because father's Toyota Camry had made a peep peep sound when she touched the steering. Five years in the city, yet she behaved like a village champion; her scruffy appearance wouldn't tell otherwise.
Even though Mother usually called Aba a village because of it's dirtiness and bad roads, l had often wondered how Blessing's village would look like since she referred to Aba as a paradise.
l inhaled slowly as the pungent fumes of kerosene mixed with the aroma of curry and nutmeg from the kitchen floated into my room. l had always preferred Mother's food to that of Blessing. Blessing's food was never tasty; maybe my tongue tasted differently whenever l ate her food because Father would always applaud her after each meal she cooked. l looked at the wall at my right; the picture of Mother and l, which we took three years ago, hung hopelessly; it was the picture that papa always teased me with, saying that I looked like a dog in a baby suit. The cake was almost taller than l was if not for the pair of big shoes Father bought me as a birthday present which l insisted that l must wear before taking any picture to avoid burying my face behind the cake; the shoes Blessing had called a bulldozer.
l walked into the living room only to see Father coming out of the bathroom. The pair of boxers he wore was the size of Mother's towel, big enough to accommodate Mother, Blessing and me put together.
His skin was as dark as the bottom of a pot and his Adam's apple pushed out of his long neck like a wrinkled nut. His tall slim body looked more like a plank of wood.
"father, good morning," l greeted politely.
"How are you doing?" he spoke in British English. Father usually spoke British when he was happy. He made use of ambiguous words, most times medical terms, when he got upset. He would say, 'l can see you are suffering from diabetes insipidus or acute pericadiasis'. This made me wonder if all doctors behaved like that in their homes.
"l' m fine," l replied, smiling as he walked past me into his room.
The walls of the rectangular-sharped living room were painted lagoon blue and the sky colour of the curtains further accentuated the beauty of the living room. The figurines stood on top of the flat-screen television like soldiers in the 1960's ready for war.
l heard raucous noises downstairs and l remembered that today was Friday, when Charles mother and her husband would fight because of what Charles mother referred to as 'money for weekend' and Charles father would deny having any money, asking neighbours why a woman would demand money for the weekend. l ran quickly and stood by the iron bars of the black-coated railing of the apartment's balcony. The balcony gave a clear sight of everything happening in the small compound.
"Okey, it is one thousand naira, not five hundred," Charles mother shouted, holding her husband's trouser and tapping her feet on the ground.
"Woman, leave me alone; that is all l have.
How can you use a thousand naira to prepare a pot of soup for the weekend, eh?" Charle's father voice was lower then hers.
"When you were using me to manufacture eight children, you didn't know that a pot of soup would be costly, abi? Abeg, give me the money sharp sharp, before l show you," her electrifying voice was raising in pitch. Funny enough, Charles mother was more muscular than her husband; you would never be able to tell that she was a woman unless she was wearing a skirt, which she found rather unfashionable to put on. Her chest was just as flat as my father's own.
Charles father eyes were darkened with fear; it was a shame to be beaten by a woman. Worse still, the crowd had increased rapidly from the neighborhood, watching in silence.
l was really enjoying the scene. mum had earlier said that Charles mother should become an actress, that she had the makings of a good actress.
Mother was right, considering the nonchalant behavior Charles mother had exhibited, not even concerned about the crowd that was increasing in number.
"Sheh, people is here, l will wound this woman oh," Charles father spoke in this time. The fear had disappeared from his eyes, anger was written all over his face.
A short laugh escaped like a burst of air, from Charles mother mouth, and she paused like something had choked her, and, then, like a time bomb, her laughter lengthened with a few more syllables. She withdrew her hand from his trousers and then, like it was a challenge, she hit her hand on her chest. "Oh, you will wound me, eh; you want to fight me, she," she said and turned around as though to make sure someone was watching her.
"This thing is going to wound me," she said, pointing her finger at him. Her dark skin was covered with beads of sweat that gleamed in the sun.
To Be Continued....
The Miscreants in Zion International College (ZIC) were severally warned. They engaged in all sorts of gross misconduct. They contravened the school rules on several occasions but were not discovered until one day when their cups got filled. Then what Thomas Mark told them became clear, it is extremely good to be good". Unfortunately for them, they clutched at straws, chased the wind and shadows, yet failed. God wanted to sanitize the mission school, which had been the heart's desire of Thomas Mark. He opposed all misdeeds, rebuked and counselled by Virtue of his position as the Senior Prefect. Despite all this, he whom the gods want to kill, they first make hard of hearing as the miscreants paid deaf ears to Thomas's advice. Eventually, they reaped what they sowed in a very painful way.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"